"Mushy Mystery" by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3

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Mushy Mystery

Georgia had made some cupcakes, they were delicious,
“Yum.” Georgia’s mum commented, as she took one out of the oven and bit into it,
“Still warm!” Georgia shouted, taking it back and eating the rest.
“Ruff!” Georgia’s dog barked, Georgia took the tray of cakes out of the oven and put them on the table. One bounced off the tray and dropped onto the floor. Georgia’s dog, (Dotty) scooped it up and slobbered, all, over it!
“Dotty!” Georgia shouted, “Give that back now.” She groaned, snatching the cake out of her mouth.
“Ehh.” Georgia’s mum, (Kayleigh) groaned. Georgia took one look at the slobbered covered cake… and threw it in the bin. She took the tray of cakes and put them on the top shelf, (so Dotty couldn’t get them) and went into the front room. Half an hour later, she came back to decorate the cakes. Georgia took them down from the high shelf and to her surprise… instead of nice, fluffy, fairy cakes… there were not so nice, not so fluffy, squashed fairy cakes!
“DOTTY!” she shouted, but Dotty was outside. She’d been outside since she’d eat that cake! It couldn’t have been Dotty… then who was it?
“This calls… for an investigation!” Georgia shouted. Georgia’s aunt was a detective. For Christmas Georgia got a crime busting kit, from her aunt… she thought this might, just, be a good time to get it out! She opened the case and firstly took out a small rucksack,
“To keep things in” she thought to her self, then she picked up a small round tub, with a fingerprint on the top of it. Some fingerprint dust and a brush and plopped it in her bag,
“Every good detective needs fingerprints.” She thought to her self, again. She looked around and then took out a magnify glass and carefully put it at the bottom of her bag.
“To look, at the fingerprints!” she shouted out loud, this time. Then she took a little plastic bag and ink out and chucked it in her bag…
“Every good detective has something to put its evidence in. And you have to take fingerprints, as well as find them.” she muttered. Finally she took a small pad with, TOP SECRET on it and then a pen that could convert into a small telescope. She put them down on the table and opened the pad, she wrote,

Investigation…
MUSHY MYSTERY


She went into the kitchen and took the tray of cakes down. She poured the cakes into the evidence bag and put it back into her detective bag,
“Evidence, is needed in this mystery!” she shouted. Georgia looked at the tray and took her magnify glass out of her bag. She bent down and looked through the magnify glass suspiciously…
“Hmm,” she pondered, “This is a mystery that, does not… want to be solved.” She huffed. Georgia then put the magnify glass back and took out the fingerprint dust and brush. She opened the little round tub and tipped the brush in the powder. She whipped the brush all over the tray; she found two types of fingerprints… one bigger then the other.
“One must be mine… that’s the small one. And the big ones must be… the criminal!” she thought to her self, “It’s time to take some fingerprints!” she took the ink out her bag and then a piece of paper.
“DAD!” she bellowed. She knew her dad had a big appetite and could have tried to take the tray of cakes down… and dropped them. Put them back up and left the mess to some body else! As her dad came in she was by the door, she closed the door and dimmed the lights.
“So… where were you around half an hour ago?” she asked sitting down, (shinning a lamp into her, not so impressed father's face),
“I’m not saying anything… till you, tell me what’s going on?” he pondered, pushing the light away and turning it off.
“Don’t act stupid with me young man!” she shouted, looking into is eyes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Georgia!” he blurted out.
Georgia thought,“Really?”
“No! I do not know.”
“Oh just shush and dip your fingers in that!” she shouted rolling her eyes, as she pushed the ink towards him. Georgia’s dad dipped his fingers in the ink and then looked up, Georgia pointed to the piece of paper. He put his finger on and pressed down.
“I’m done with you now, you can go.” She groaned, she looked at the finger prints on they paper, then the tray,
“Dads are too big!” she shouted, “Then who could it be?” she thought. “But that only leaves one more person… mum!” the door creaked and Georgia ran to the door and smacked it open.
“Ah!” somebody screeched, as the door hit the wall it revealed Kayleigh. She was holding her nose,
“Look what you’ve done! I’ve got a nose bleed now!” she moaned.
“Me! Look who’s talking!” Georgia shouted. Soon Georgia’s dad came and sat Kayleigh down. She held a tissue to her nose and said,
“Oh I’m sorry Georgia. It was me that squashed your fairy cakes.”
“Why?” Georgia’s dad asked.
“Well, after eating that little bit of the fairy cake… I wanted more. So sneaked into the kitchen and took one down from the tray. But my sleeve got caught in the tray and when I pulled my arm down… the whole tray came down and the cakes were flattened. I set them back up as they were before and thought that you wouldn’t no that is was me. I’m sorry Georgia.”
“It’s ok mum… well, as long as you make us more and they better be bigger then the others!” she said, laughing.
“Well… I think I could.” Kayleigh said smiling. “Come here?” and Kayleigh gave Georgia a hug, “Right! I think we should get cake making!”
“We! You mean you, should get cake making!” Georgia shouted laughing.

The End

By Jade M, Age 10, Class 3

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"You're still the Mutt" by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3

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You’re Still The MUTT
(sequel to 'Who's the Mutt?')

Charlie was a dog and loved food. His favourite food was meat… he liked Beef, Lamb and Turkey, but he loved and loved… Chicken! Charlie would do anything for Chicken, literally. As we all know, Luke is Charlie’s owner and as we also all know… Luke’s dad is one fat, dumb and one seriously grumpy man!

One day, Charlie was having a nap time, it was about eleven o’clock. Then the door slammed, it was Luke’s mum. Luke’s mum had been away in India, on a business trip. She had been away for a good three weeks and Luke was beginning to miss his mum. Even though Luke was nearly fourteen… and him and his mum were always fighting, Luke didn’t like it when she went away.
“I’m back!” she bellowed,
“Mum!” a voice shouted out.
“That sounds like Luke?” Charlie thought to him self. “But it can’t be, he’s supposed to be at school. Unless…” he thought very carefully about this. When he went to see who it was, he saw Luke wrapped in his mothers arms and she was kissing him on the cheek, quite a lot of times!
“Ehh! Mum… stop it!” Luke groaned,
“What! Luke’s skipped school!” Charlie blurted out. Of course, it just sounded like a load of woofing to Luke and his mum. Just as he was walking back up to Luke’s bedroom.
“Charlie, Charlie boy, come here boy. Come on!” It was Luke’s mum. Charlie liked Luke’s mum, she was… sort of nice. She gives Charlie left over meat all the time. But he doesn’t like her when she dresses him up in pink fluffy bunny ears and then carries him around in a little hand bag.
“Oh… mummy’s missed her little Charlie baby!” she said to Charlie, picking him up. Then she pulled out a collar covered in beautiful gems.
“Look what I got for you!” She said, clipping the collar to Charlie’s neck. Charlie didn’t look that impressed. He didn’t want a new collar… he wanted chicken!
“What’s for lunch?”
“I don’t know.” Luke shrugged. Luke’s dad couldn’t cook, so they had to have takeaways for dinner and frozen burgers for lunch.
“Well… we all like roast. So what about some nice English Roast Chicken?” Charlie’s ear’s pricked up.
“Ok.” Luke couldn’t be less bothered, but Charlie could.
“Oh yeah!” He woofed. When Luke’s mum, (Olivia) went into the front room, Luke’s dad, (Simon) was in there, sitting on the sofa Rubbing his back side. After the not so unfortunate accident with the cat flap Simon had to have three stitches in his bottom.
“What happened?” Olivia asked, putting on a concerned face.
“Who cares about him! Where’s my chicken?” Charlie woofed again.
“It was that MUTT!” Simon shouted.
“His names Charlie!” Luke exclaimed.
“Oh… my honey bunny, come here!” Olivia shouted, dropping Charlie. He hit the floor with a bump and then bounced several times, until he landed in Luke’s arms.
“Do you mind!” Charlie woofed again, “I-want-my-chicken!”

Luke’s dad might not be able to cook… but Luke knew quite a lot about cooking. He put Charlie down on the table, then started to look through the kitchen. When he finally, found a nice Chicken, he washed it, then dried it and thank god it was gutted! Then he put it in a roasting tin, seasoned it and popped it in the oven. After about an hour and a half… Luke took it out the oven and plopped it on to a big, white, shiny, plate.
“Grub’s up!” Luke shouted, putting three plates down and a mixture of vegetables on the kitchen table. Charlie licked his lips and then made a dive for the chicken. He stretched his legs out and stuck his front claws out from his little paws. He was actually in mid air when a pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him down back to earth. Charlie looked up, it was Olivia.
“Do you mind?” he screeched, falling over backwards, “Oh, it’s you.” He groaned sitting back up.
“Rule number one… no dogs anywhere approximately,” Olivia shouted, getting a tape measure out of her bag. “Um… twenty four inches away from the table!” she screeched again, shooing poor Charlie into his cage, witch he didn’t go in that much. As it smelt a bit! She locked the door.
“No way mum! He doesn’t like it in there. That’s why I made him his special doggy bed!” Luke screamed, pointing to a corner of the room. With Charlie’s silk blanket in and his seven little pillow’s lined up in a line.
“No Luke! Don’t you dare answer back to me!” she shouted back, locking the cage.
“I’ve grown up mum! And I think you, need to do, too!” Luke unlocked the door,
“How dare you!”
“What?”
“What? What? I’ll tell you what!”
“What, what, what, what… what!” Luke screamed again,
“Bla, ble, ble, bla, ble, bla, bla, bla!” and the rest is quite boring. While Luke and his mum were blubbering on Charlie pushed the cage open and skipped off. He jumped onto the chair where Olivia usually sits.
“Come on, let’s tuck in Olivia!” Simon said turning around to see Charlie, in his wife’s seat.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Simon screeched, like a little girl.
“Oh what’s wrong now?” Olivia huffed.
“Olivia! Your all fluffy and, and, fluffy!” he shouted. Now Simon was dumb, no not dumb, really, really, extra dumb! He thought that Olivia had turned into a dog, when really she was just behind him.
“What!” she shouted looking down at him.
“But! What? But I thought…” he said, looking back and forwards, at Charlie and Olivia.
“You dummy!” she moaned, walking off and then came back and tucked into her dinner.
“Get off you dumb MUTT!” Simon shouted,
“Dumb MUTT… look who’s talking!” Charlie growled. After they had all had dinner, everyone went into the front room and watched TV. This was Charlie’s chance to make his move on the… Chicken! He sneaked out of his doggy bed and clambered onto one of the chairs.
“Yummy roast CHICKEN.” Charlie whispered. He dragged the remains into Luke’s bedroom and munched into the Chicken. When Simon finally got up from the sofa to get seconds… that’s when he looked.
“Where’s the chicken gone?” he moaned,
“You ate it all dad!” Luke shouted, laughing.
“No I did not! It was probably that MUTT!” Next thing Charlie knew, he heard big footsteps coming towards Luke’s bedroom!
“MUTT! Where are you?” Simon blurted, Charlie quickly grabbed the rest of the chicken and poked his head out the door. Simon turned around to see Charlie, with his chicken in Charlie’s mouth.
“MUTT! Come here now!” Simon shouted.
“Ruff!” Charlie went and ran out the cat flap. Simon ran out the door and saw Charlie heading for Olivia’s flower beds. By this time Charlie had ate all the yummy bits off the Chicken and left the fatty bits for Simon. He rolled over in the muddy flower beds squishing some of the flowers… but not all of them; he wouldn’t do that to Olivia. Olivia loves her flower beds and that played a very important part in Charlie’s devious plan! He put the Chicken down and woofed.
“MUTT! Give me my CHICKEN!” and there is only one person who would talk to Charlie like that. Simon ran to the flower bed, jumped in the air and landed belly first on the chicken… squishing it into the ground. Charlie ran inside and cleaned him self up. He jumped on to the window sill and looked out at Simon. He turned over first, then started to look for his chicken.
“MUTT! Where have you put my chicken?” he bellowed,
“I haven’t got it dummy!” Charlie screamed, rolling his eyes, “These Human things… have no sense!” Simon carried on rolling around Olivia’s flower bed, which by now… was just a square of dirt with a couple of squished flowers pocking up. Olivia walked over to the back door and opened it,
“SIMON! Get out of my flower beds!” she bellowed,
“But! But! It was that MUTT.” He groaned, hanging his head in shame, like a little child that has just been told off. Charlie growled.
“Likely story!” Luke shouted from behind his mother.
“He just doesn’t learn.” Charlie woofed, feeling quite proud of himself, “You’re still the MUTT Simon, your still the MUTT!” he woofed, licking his lips!

By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3

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"Food" by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3

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Food

I don’t like food… especially if it’s healthy. I like Chocolate and sweets, but I do not like Apples, Carrots, Oranges, Pears, Tomatoes, Leaks, Potatoes, Runner Beans, Peas, Cheese and Lettuce. Those sort of things! Just think of it… YUCK! Who would want to eat that sort of stuff. It makes me swell up and go all green and spotty, (just like the food!) but the worst bit is when I smell it!

When I was a child… I got my head stuck in a bowl of peas, don’t ask me how… it’s a long story. It stank, I had to have my head in there for three hours! That was how long it took to get in the door of the doctors, then I had to wait another hour to actually see the doctor. Several other children were like me… one had a bright purple bucket on her head, (you couldn’t miss her!). Another had an old rusty saucepan stuck on his head, he kept bumping into people. After I got the bowl off my head, I did not want to smell such an awful, cruel and vial smell again!

“Oh please darling, just try something?” my mother moaned,

“Noooooooo!” I shouted, “I don’t like food! It’s yucky and stinks like old socks!”

“Oh please, just a bit! Just a little, little piece of fruit?” my mum begged.

“Oh stop being so stupid mum!!! Grow up!” I screamed as a ran out of the room in a strop. Just as I ran out the room I saw my mum standing still looking at the wall and a tear running down her face. A tear of true guilt ran through my head. I felt bad but still I just walked on and left my poor mother there, all alone crying.

“Mum?” I asked later on, poking my head into the kitchen. She had a big black bag and was throwing food from the fridge and the cupboard… but, it wasn’t any food it was all the chocolate and sweets. The food I love! “MUM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” I screamed. “Stop it! Stop!” I shouted.

“No, I will not!” she shouted… “All your life all you have ate is junk food. Well now… I am sick of it, for the first time in your life you will eat...something...healthy!” My mother shouted grabbing me and holding me tight.

I took a couple of steps back, I was scared… mum had never shouted at me before, I get away with everything… but now I’m not going to! I was in big trouble, all because of food. I had to start eating healthy stuff, all the stuff I hate.

That night at the diner table, mum placed a big plate of food in front of me. It had on it carrots, lettuce, apples and… peas!

“Ehh!” I shouted, “I’m not eating that!” My mother looked at me and frowned,“You will! Or you will go to bed with nothing, at all to eat!” Then my mum left the room.

“Yes, I will mum.” I muttered. I didn’t like my mum how she was now, it was like someone had hypnotised her… it was like it wasn’t her. I took another disgusted look at my plate.
'Yucky! Where’s the chicken and the burgers and, and, and the, the fatty, lovely foods, that I love!' I thought to my self.

I went to push the plate away from me, but then I thought… this is not going to get better until I eat something healthy! This is not going to get better unless I stand up to my fears… conquer my worries… eat, peas!!! I gripped my fork in my hand and then scooped a fork full of vegetables and up into my mouth. My face dropped… they tasted disgusting! But then, with one mighty gulp, I swallowed down the vegetables.

By Jade M Age 10 Class 3

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"Who's the MUTT?" by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3

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Who’s the MUTT?

Luke, was an ordinary boy… but, Charlie his dog was not an ordinary dog, he was very, very, very clever.

One day, when Luke was at school, his dad with sitting on the sofa eating a leg of chicken. Charlie came and sat down next to Luke’s dad’s feet, (who was called Simon). He licked his lips several times then started to dribble as he gazed at the chicken leg, (that to him was starting to glow and get bigger and bigger) although the chicken was bigger then him, he wanted it!

“Ruff, ruff!” he barked,

“Shush MUTT!” Simon shouted, “I can’t hear the footy!”

“When has the footy been better then giving an old, poor, HUNGRY, dog some CHICKEN!” Charlie woofed. He was not getting his point clear, but Charlie was clever and new exactly what to do. He went and sat next to the back door and woofed as loud as he could.

“Oh what now MUTT?” Simon shouted in a more angry voice, “Oh you want to go to the toilet… then go and use the bathroom!” he boomed!

“WOOOOOF!” Charlie screeched.

Eventually Simon came and let him out… only then to notice that he could of got out the cat flap! But… as Charlie slowly stepped out the door, he ran back in and with one mighty shove he pushed Simon out the door and shut it behind him, (it was one of those “shut it and it locks doors”).

“LET ME OUT MUTT!” Simon shouted, “I’m going to miss the FOOTY” he blurted out again, sticking his fat big head through the cat flap.

Charlie grinned and then skipped off to the find the chicken. But he hit a hitch… the table was three times bigger then him, as Charlie was a Chihuahua and quite small! But Charlie did not come all this way for nothing, he did not walk to the backdoor and back for nothing… he done this for chicken and chicken he was going to get! He grabbed all the pillows from his special doggy bed and stacked them in a tall pile. He carefully climbed to the top and jumped on to the table. He glanced out of the window and saw Charlie walking up to the house! He very quickly grabbed the chicken leg and jumped onto the pile of pillows, bursting several of them and covering the sofa’s with shining white feathers, he ran out of the room… passing Simon on the way, he did not look happy!

As he ran into Luke’s bedroom he heard Luke rattling through keys trying to find the one to the front door. Charlie laid down under Luke’s bed and tucked into his well earned chicken leg. When Luke walked in, he saw his fathers head sticking trough the cat flap,

“LUKE! Help me Luke, it was that MUTT of yours!” Luke froze,

“What… Charlie?” he asked his father looking really confused, “But, but you are five times bigger then him!” “Not to mention six times fatter.” Luke whispered

“Oh just help me Luke!” Simon screamed.

“Charlie, Charlie come boy. Luke called. By that time Charlie had ate his chicken and
hidden the evidence. Charlie skipped down to Luke and put on a… sad face!

“Hi boy!” Luke said to his beloved dog bending down to pat him,

“Hello… MUTT!” Simon shouted. Charlie opened his mouth as if to say… FEED ME! Luke walked into the kitchen obliviously leaving his father.

“Here boy,” Luke said as he put a bowl of dog food in front of Charlie and then a bone for afters.

Then a, “Ohhhhhhhh!” came from the back door and then a,“Meow!”

Luke looked out of the window, to see the cat perched on his fathers bottom, digging it’s claws into it!

“Ah, a three course meal.” Charlie said as he tucked into his second course of the day, “Who’s the MUTT now?”

By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3

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